Blog #4 - Cold

Marie hadn't had a friend in years. But as of late, that had changed. Marie had found someone to talk to: Mei Beaumont. Mei was odd, with her earbuds and spectrometer at all times. She was very focused on ghost hunting, constantly bringing it up. Marie, on the other hand, had given up on the idea of another ghost years ago.

After her recent discovery, Marie had attended Mr. Evans's funeral to maybe catch a glimpse of his ghost. She had wanted to tell Mei about seeing him, but she was too busy following Suzy Kemp around. The funeral was uneventful. Marie didn't see Mr. Evans.

Marie floated into her empty apartment, finding Mei's note on the floor. "meet on west roof @ 6" was barely legible on a crumpled napkin. Marie cursed her friend for forgetting that her apartment was unfurnished and lacked a clock. Annoyed, she floated up the stairs to the roof of the Westside of the building, not feeling like intruding in someone else's apartment to check the time.

Marie couldn't feel the cold as she went outside, she couldn't feel anything. But she stood in awe as snowflakes began to fall. The dark clouds were always so dreadful with the rain they brought. The snow was a nice contrast. In an effort to pass time, Marie floated around the pool, admiring the snow as it piled up. Marie missed being alive, being able to touch things. She did not care if it was painfully cold, she wanted to be able to feel the snow against her bare feet.

As it became dark, Marie knew that Mei would be here soon. After an eternity, the rusty door creaked open, revealing Mei and her ghost-hunting get up. Marie flew over to her, eager to tell her the news about Mr. Evans. But Mei didn't look at her, only through her.

Confused, Marie waved a hand in front of her face, without a reaction from Mei. Frustrated, Marie flew around the pool. She was about to scream when a shock of cold went through her, originating at her feet. Marie looked down, seeing two footprints in the snow were she stood. Marie didn't think twice, just began to write Mr. Evans's last words in the snow to show Mei.

As the door creaked again, Marie's head snapped up to see a teenager. And she was staring right at Marie.